With these hands 👐 you can be a doctor.
But i am a doctor in my uncle's tarven...There i use these hands👐 to hold my bottle, my bottle of colour.
Green it is in colour, like all medications that are made of nature.
Sometimes brown in colour,
Made to perform a surgical turn on both my body and mind.
Intoxication runs through my veins, like an injection of sedatives...
To put me into sleep.
But all it does is bring me out in numbers
With these hands👐 i am a doctor in my uncle's tarven....to hold my bottle of colour

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© lehlabile Povian Mariri
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